Текст The Whispers – Try And Make It Better
Текст:
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-da…
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-da…
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-da…
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-da…
People stop complainin’ ’bout this world of ours
Always talkin’ ’bout the things that it devours
People stop complainin’ ’bout this world of ours
Try and make it better so it’ll last a few more hours
People complain about this world all the time
Some folks are sick, some folks ain’t gotta die
But there’s lots of things we can be thankful be
You’ve got me, I’ve got you, who’d ask for more
The sun woke me up this morning and I felt so good
Opened up my eyes, baby, and there you stood
It’s love, so good
Birds are singing outside of my windowpane
Looks a little cloudy, we might get some rain
But it’s cool, ’cause she’s mine, all mine
And the girl is fine, too, she’s so fine
People quit complainin’ about this world of ours
People quit complainin’ about this world of ours
Gotta make it better, say, just a few more hours
People stop complainin’ ’bout this world of ours
Talkin’ ’bout all the things that it devours
People stop complainin’ ’bout this world of ours
Try and make it better so it’ll last a few more hours
No, put it down, too bad, it’s all we got
Snowflakes and sunshine, autumn leaves ought to rot
We can’t commute to Mars and outer space just yet
Coney Island, Disneyland is our best bet
The sun woke me up this morning and I felt so good
(Ooh, and I felt so good)
Opened up my eyes, baby, and there you stood
(Opened up my eyes, and there, there you stood)
It’s love, so good
(Love is so good, so good to me, oh, yes it is)
Birds are singing outside of my windowpane
Looks a little cloudy, we might get some rain
But it’s cool, ’cause she’s mine, all mine
And I want the world to know she’s mine, all mine
People stop complainin’ ’bout this world of ours, yeah
Talkin’ ’bout all the things that it devours
People stop complainin’ ’bout this world of ours
Try and make it better so it’ll last a few more hours
People stop complainin’ ’bout this world of ours, well, well
Always talkin’ ’bout the things that it devours
People stop complainin’ ’bout this world of ours
Try and make it better so it’ll last a few more hours…
